I have sure been getting tired of living in apartments. Real estate prices here have completely priced us out of the market. I guess if I was willing to work more weekends , we could scrape up some funds to buy some small-ass house with a friggin' septic tank or something. Anyway, my wife and I found a nicer apartment complex, with a pool view. With summer coming up, I better get my money's worth out of the extra rent for said view.
Imagine my surprise when my wife and I run into one of our new neighbors at a local hockey game. We wave at each other, even say hello during a beer run. BTW, always follow man laws. Beer in the cup is okay at games... As great as hockey season is, pool season is even better. The pool view is well worth it. With my days off at odds with those of the wife, I get to spend a lot of time watching and studying the pool as the weather warms up. What is it about women at the pool? They go around the pool, and always sit where we can best view the goods. Coincidence? Probably not. So, I get off in the living room everyday watching several hotties sit around in bikinis. I love the varied suits, and how the girls just sit there and adjust their suits. Just seeing a string here or there untied, then retied, just sets me off. I'm just waiting for that one string to be inadvertently lost. Go ahead, search for that string... arch your back... move your arms... I just want to see the sides of your tits peaking out...
Even better is taking time out with the wife at the pool. I love to encourage her to get in the pool with me just to feel her soft skin next to mine. I love to loosen her top in the water and watch her get out of the pool and hold her top and tits so she doesn't fall out. Often, she'll go to lie down on her stomach and just let gravity take over. Usually, knowing what she's up to, I'll make sure to watch all the eyes on her when she does so. Doing that ensures lots of extra time in the water for me, if you know what I mean.
One day, my local neighborhood hockey fan and his wife were the only ones at the pool... Rather, I should say, my local neighborhood hockey fan and his hottie wife were at the pool. With my daily studies, it was easy to recognize her. You never know what will transpire during the weekday at an apartment complex pool. In college, topless girls were taken for granted. But, as adults, living near an office complex, that is not always the case. Hockey fan's wife was not the typical sun worshipper. The lack of suntan lines from her bikini top indicated early on that she was not afraid to untie her top when on her stomach. With my binoculars, I was able to see her crack begin to emerge from her bikini bottom. Obviously, she often arranged her suit to gain sunlight. It was my goal to see her do so. With the end of hockey season in sight, I knew my time was limited for movement on this front. It was going to take a bold move...
What I didn't realize was that it wouldn't necessarily be my move. My new neighbor, now known as Nick, and I agreed we should get together to grill and drink one afternoon in early Spring. We both met early to claim our poolside grill. Our wives met us at about the same time, and I realized my luck. They knew each other from poolside sunning during their days off. Ah, karma. And then, double karma. Nick also has to work odd hours, and he pointed to his apartment with it's pool view. I boldly asked him how his view was. This was about as close as I thought I would get to sharing my wife, but he answered my question honestly. Everyday, there seem to be major league babes hanging out at the pool on his days off. He always pretends to look the other way when he and the wife are at the pool. But, on certain days, he is alone, and life is good. I agree. Today will certainly turn into one of those days. We agree to see which of our favorite targets will show up today at the pool, realizing our favorite targets are already here.
Our wives settle down. Today is 'back' day for my wife, so I'll be getting my favorite view during most of the day. His wife does the same. You know how girls are when they're at the pool, talking and stuff. At that point, I recognized a favorite target of my binoculars. Nick's wife, Anna, has only been seen by me from behind from my apartment window. Nick is a little surprised when his wife lays on her stomach displaying her thong. He walks over to her and starts rubbing oil on her back. I see him whisper something to her. Anna leans up a little and asks me if her suit is okay. I say something lame like if it's okay with my wife, then it's okay with me and that I'll try not to stare too much. She smiles and lays back down.
My wife gives me that knowing look, and I return it. In response, without a word, she goes back to our apartment. My heart races as I hope she is getting her beach outfit on. Sure enough, she returns in my favorite suit. What I like about this suit is that it covers her ass, but at the beach she will have me roll the bottoms up into a thong look and remove her top from under her. This way, she is stuck in position unless she wants to expose herself. Normally, she only does so at the beach when the coast is clear. Anyway, she informs my neighbor of how her suit is about to morph and lays down. I start to get out our hamburger patties and watch her roll up her suit bottom...
My neighbor walks over and high fives me. We agree that hockey season is way too long although a seven game final was kind of nice. My wife asks me to come over and put on her tanning oil. Okay, I tell her, but only when I can get my hands cleaned of this hamburger meat. Then, like a pipe dream, Anna volunteers to take care of it for me. You know what, that would be fine with me. So, she sits up and starts applying oil on my wife's back. However, she stops at her bottom. Good, I think, and anticipate doing the rest of her. Only, Anna gets more oil and starts rubbing my wife's feet and working oil up her legs. You could hear a pin drop, or a beer open in space as her hands slowly and methodically inched their way up my wife's legs. The second to best part was when my wife slightly opened her legs to get the oil on her inner legs.
I notice my wife is a little white on her ass and mention it to her. She says to stop and asks me to go get the heavier sunscreen because she doesn't want to have trouble sitting down at work due to a burn. I head inside with a plan in mind. My plan takes mere seconds to hatch. I get inside the apartment, and head not to the sunscreen, but to my binoculars and video camera. I set up the video on a tripod and start recording the poolside scene. Then, I grab the sunscreen and head outside.
At the pool fence, I stop and toss the sunscreen to Nick and tell him the beer has already kicked in and that I'll be right back. I even do a little dance back to the apartment to sell it. I get back inside, lock the door, and strip out of my suit. I grab a small kitchen towel and head to the window. I know this will be great in slow-mo as I adjust the camera, then grab the binos to enjoy the show. Nick has just handed the sunscreen to his wife and heads back to the grill.